The accession of peer pressure that pertains to the smile of its dilemma
The retreat of monstrous haul creating a vigorous echo in the blooms of the purple sky where the thunder meets with the order of god that aligned together in a thin mystic layer of self anxious thought of wishes that capture the ashes when it was buried in the frostiness night
Minds of all the existing one trade over the combustion of being a rupture alongside the ecstasy
Desiring the high of the intemperate drug being used with the contagious contact of human encounter
Oh I have lost it all
Please take me back in time
The mystery of Cologne
The past has been calling me to be moved with the coal of echoes
The linen of thin wool being overuse to protect me from tender coldness
Ashamed to believe the wolf I have been building has been hissing behind the lioness who is bearing a cub from being attack by the lion
Fonts of seeing the dreams of being an educator just ceases like J.K Rowling mischief solace of love victory
Being able to portrait me as mindful of salted caramel over the popsicles being chewed by the condolences of one's death
The placement shoot like the fire of water that was anguish
The glitter of frustration being resulted like a puncture story
Riding and dying being burn like an overruled paycheck
Pain is just the punishment of me being to wait for nothing but hilarious jokes being a stash of a women victory
Oh God the pretending of the emotion which is hard to contact
No one knows what you have been through or what your pretty little eyes have seen, but I can reassure you ~ whatever you have overthrown, it sparkles through your mind
The horizon of long waited side being assigned on morning and wishlist by the night
Oh please hold up now
My legs tire me
All lights are subsiding
The mind of patience being lost in the fairness of vacation
With the spread of conformity and image-driven superficiality, the temptation of an individuated woman in full possession of herself and her powers will prove irresistible. We were born for plenitude and internal satisfaction.
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The Vicious Passion
Poetry"A woman without her man is nothing" As a woman, we've heard this phrase been spoken uncountable times. Do we ever wonder how does one society stereotype us, women, into one illusion circle category and not knowing how to face it Why is it so hard f...
